manOHman

Apparently, I don't update enough. Well, Nicole, this is what I have to say to you:
I don't update because my life is hideously boring and I really don't have much to say.

Ya dig?

Also, I got a livejournal, which is actually infinity times better than blogspot, just so you know.

Oh! Even's here! My dad shaved his head because he had lice, so now he has a really awesome mohawk type deal. But I'm pretty sure all the chemicals are messing with his head, because he keeps hitting Molly. Ah well.

I wanna watch Live in Chicago. But, alas, I can't. Because I seemed to have misplaced it... I'm watching Criminal Minds though, so it's really just as amazing. Ohhh, MGG, how you make my heart FLUTTER.

Wiggling my eyebrows suggestively,
Kelsey

Oh Captain, My Captain

"Oh Captain, My Captain" reminds me of Dead Poets Society, which in turn reminds me of Sean Robert Leonard, which then forces me to think about House.
But I like all of these things, so it's okay.

(Oh Captain, My Captain is a band by the way. They're excellent.)
(I've written "Oh Captain, My Captain" four times now. Win.)

crazy

Absentminded and a whole year older.

decaf time

So I was sitting here absentmindedly, when, low and behold, I see my reading glasses! And now that I have made myself a rather extravagant pitcher of coffee (I'm only exaggerating a little), I am so inspired that I have decided to get a head start on my homework. And by head start, I mean that I'm starting it before tomorrow night. I'm amazed at my own dedication. Now, back to work.

my room smells like tuna

I've been doing a lot of thinking these past couple of days (not really), and here's what I've come up with:

-I actually don't hate children as much as I thought I did. When the little neighbor girl smiled at me, my heart was riddled with warm fuzzies.

-I do, however, hate creepy men who stand outside Dimple and loudly whisper perverse things.

-Also, it's not lupus.

Have a good Thanksgiving, everyone.

Moreton Bay

Doesn't that sound like a nice place to be? A nice, calm meadow-y place where one can sleep under the stars without the fear of bears dragging you away into a dark abyss. Unfortunately, I do not know of such a place. But if you do, you should tell me and we can escape to this nice little place and live happily ever after.
Well, no. Besides, the origins of the song is quite depressing - it was in Ned Kelly, which is about a famous Australian outlaw and well, he dies. Obviously, because it was a long time ago. No! I mean he gets killed, even though there was a petition to, you know, NOT kill him.
Actually, that was a pretty decent movie. It made me almost appreciate the girly ways of Orlando Bloom.

Right. I should be doing homework or writing an essay or sleeping or something. Maybe studying for that French quiz thing tomorrow. But the world fascinates me so, and I just can't bear to close my eyes for even one second. Not even one! I hate exclamation points. Nothing is that interesting. Nothing! Wait. I think I have have contradicted myself in more ways than one. Oh, someone needs to distract me, considering I can just keep writing this garbage forever.

Good luck tomorrow.

revelations

Now, it might be bold to say, but I'm fairly certain Netflix and Criminal Minds were the best things ever invented. Ever.

Have a nice Sunday.